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Saturday, April 3, 2010

Wednesday (31 March 2010)



As stated in my previous post, I was supposed to meet up with Mily right? But I really have to give it a miss as Ayie Dear was dead sick. I came over to Ayie Dear's house at 12pm, and accompanied him to the polyclinic. I knew it's gonna take a few hours there, but I am being such a sweet girlfriend to accompany him. (Ehem!) Thought of meeting Mily after that, but I decided to take care of Ayie Dear, be there by his side and watch him sleep. Alamak, tu lagi sweet. Wahaha.

At 9pm, I decided to go home by public transport since Ayie Dear is not well, but damn, that boy just wouldn't let me go home by myself. Of course, I rejected, but he insisted. Ohmy, kononnye sweet ah tu? Haha. So yeah, that's it. You see, I sacrificed from having fun, just for him. Matair mane kan, sanggup pergi jalan2 when the matair was dead sick at home? -.-


Thursday (1 April 2010)
I was called for a last minute interview at Peninsula Plaza. I remembered sending my resume online for temp admin job who can speak in Bahasa Indonesia. I only knew the basic Indon and I love watching Sinetron, and so, I would like to give it a try. I thought I only came there for an interview, but as soon as I reached there, I was asked to work already. It was an office job (and it was fcuking squeezy), but I love it, cos I have my own table. But it was tough, I tell you. I have to communicate through phone in pure Bahasa Indonesia. And worst, I'm talking to all the rich bapaks and ibus in Indon. I can understand them, but when I tried to talk to them in Indon, they don't fcuking get my language! Hahaha! Omg, I suck at Indon! I wonder how I can handle this job till next week. Ohgod, please help me. I need to prepare a script. Not professional at all! Pfft.


Friday (2 April 2010)








Right picture: "K, skg, senyum pakai gigi k Azoyi!"
Chantek ah tu muke. Funny shit.


Since Ayie Dear has to book in camp on Saturday and Sunday, we decided to meet on Friday instead. I was asked to come to Ayie Dear's house, since Mama cooked my favourite dish, Laksa. I swear I love her cooking. Papa was being so sweet for treating me and Ayie Dear to watch any 3D movies, cos I did well for my exam. But we decided to watch it next week instead. And so, we watched "My name is Khan" at his house and Shahrukh Khan is an autistic child in that movie. Cute or what. Then, we watched Senario Movie at Suria Channel.

After that, Ayie Dear and I head to West Coast Park to chill till 1 am. We talked about almost everything; life, future, etc. And it knocked some sense on my brain. After that, he sent me home at 1.30am.

Alright, so, I shall rot at home for today. Goodbye, dear Readers!

Ayie is loved
Smooches
xoxo





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